FFFTTD Day 9: Write a story about blood.
After my nosferatu hatched, I hand fed it on drops of blood from my finger until it imprinted on me. When it became old enough to leave its nesting box, it would follow me around the house and peep for my attention. I named it Cornelius.
Now Cornelius eats beef blood and butcher scraps, but he still sticks to me like a shadow. He likes to lay his head on my lap with his chin pressed to backs of his long, clawed hands while I watch television on the couch. I stroke his bald head and scratch his leathery ears. Cornelius seems to like nature shows the best. I think it’s because the animals on the screen all look small enough to eat.
My apartment is completely free of mice.
Yes, Nosferatu is supposed to be uncapitalized in this piece.
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